Checkmate

Little pawns on a board
You treated us to be
Selfless soldiers willing
To protect and to guard

You manipulate
Tearing our bodies
For your pleasure
Enjoying our deaths

Injustice we shout
Nonchalant, you ignore us
You throw us onto the battlefield
Using us

We’re but pawns now
But we’re expected to be your bishops
To be your rooks, to be your knights
To be what you want, not what we are

We endure
We may be silly
But one thing’s for sure
We’ll never be your king

In fact
Because of your obstinacy
Nobody will